Damien and Connor

Shopping

Damien was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, with dark blue sneakers, his hair as messy as ever. Connor was wearing a paint stained tee, jeans, and converse. His hair was pulled into a messy bun.

They both decided today would be a good day to find some new outfits. Their neighbors, both wonderful people, invited them to a cookout that weekend.

 Damien and Connor set a time to meet back up in the mall. There was a budget of $150 for each of them. They then split to different parts of the local clothing store.

Damien browsed the men's section, picking out nice jeans and t-shirts for both him and Connor. 

Connor was looking at various dresses, feeling their fabric and trying to find a good fit for his broader stature. If he found one he really liked, but didn’t fit his dimensions, he knew he could count on Damion to sew it up perfectly.

 He settled on a couple new dresses. One was a two piece, with a cream colored, sleeveless top that let his stomach show, and a dark purple, knee length, sparkly, lacy skirt. The other was an ankle length one piece, meant for nights out more than casual wear. it was blood red except for from the stomach up, which was a beautiful silver color, the elbow-length sleeves soft and beautiful. 

The fitting room lady was an actual decent fucking human being and was more than helpful when Connor nervously asked for a room to try on some of the dresses he picked out. They both fit, but the date night dress needed a little modification, due to the sleeves being tight. 

 Three douchebags had spotted Connor shopping for dresses, and had been following him for about ten minutes now. They threw hurtful slurs in his direction, despite the fitting room lady doing her best to make them leave, threatening to call her manager.

The douchebags were doing this by a shelf of t-shirts, not far from where Damien was shopping. They watched as Connor walked by them towards the jewelry section. He wasn’t planning to buy any jewelry today, but he liked to browse necklaces and bracelets. 

The douchebags snickered and jeered at him, but Connor ignored them, albeit stung and a bit terrified by their hurtful words and threats. But he smiled a little, knowing what was soon to come.

A shadow loomed over the three douchebags. They stopped jeering and looked over their shoulders. Damien let out a low growl, his arms crossed.

“What are you shits doing, huh?” he snarled, the angry gleam in his eyes making the douchebags shrink in fear.

“N-N-Nothin’,” one of them, most likely their leader, whimpered. He was barely able to keep eye contact. The angry aura around Damien made their stomachs fill with dread.

Damien sneered, getting centimeters away from their faces, glaring daggers at them. “If you ever mess with my boyfriend again, you better fucking hope I don’t find you, you bigoted shits. Now scat, before I punt you out of this store myself.”

The three douchebags nodded and left.

“Thank you darling.” Connor said, still smiling. He adjusted the dresses that lay in the crook of his elbow.

Damien wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “What beautiful dresses did you get? I got us a few pairs of sweatpants and some t-shirts, and even found this suit.” he held up a nice grey suit that was being sold at a surprisingly cheap price.

Connor smiled, showing Damien his find. Damien told him over and over how he would look gorgeous in those dresses, giving him small little kisses on his cheek as he said so. Connor was smiling wide and blushing, giving Damien a quick kiss to quiet him enough so they could pay and go home.